Sunday Nights

It is Sunday night and tomorrow I go back to work after a long weekend of anxiety ridden events. Thanksgiving and other holidays are harder on me than I would like but this time, it was worse. I had to deal with my little son being afraid of my mother's house, my mother's boyfriend leaving the house in a huff, my mom getting mad that I was upset. The list goes on. I have had some racing thoughts tonight. Nothing too bad just a bit peaking through to let me know that I have not conquered my anxiety for good. You know, I probably will always have it but have to have a better grip on things. Last night, we had to go to a party (50th wedding anniversary) and it was hard because I got us lost going there, note to self: read invitation or bring it with you!

Already Looking Forward To That Nap

My Husband Has a Short Week ...
So that means, with the holiday coming, I get to actually sleep for a half hour. I have been going non stop for a bit lately (ok maybe just today) and need a break. My son has been breaking into the kitchen in the early hours of the day to play cook and that means more clean up for me. Drink up, friends.

Too Late to Back Out

Crap.
The funny thing about being busy over the past few years is that you log in to your blog account and see that you have not published anything in close to 6 years.
Long story short. We have two kids now, a cat and two goldfish. I thought I could handle my anxiety and depression after my second and I was so wrong and I am learning that it can cause a mom (and a Dad) some grief.